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Artiste : Babyfxce E
Titre : Humbly Venting
Yeah (Who the fuck is Big Drice?)
What up, Drice?

I ain´t smoked a ´Wood and it been all day
Yeah, that´s probably why I been cuttin´ into niggas

They use that shit against you, that´s why I don´t really vent to bitches
It´s one pocket full, it´s all blue, so it´s a fifty in it
Cup full of Trishy in it (Yop)
Laptop bag, but I got a blicky in it
Unemployment checks, man, I know you niggas miss them bitches
Throw him a couple dollars, I´m finna humbly shit on niggas, yeah
Two years ago, y´all had it, now that shit is over
Stop hittin´ me up about that striker, I already sold it
How the fuck the song unreleased and y´all already know it?
You ain´t gotta tell me the bitch a leech, I´m already knowin´

I just wanna fuck the bitch (Yop)
Ridin´ around Flint, tryna find a fuck to give
She like, "I don´t wanna wake them up," I´m like, "Fuck them kids"
You should already know, so don´t ask what kinda truck I´m in (Dumb-ass nigga)
I don´t got time to reload this bitch, I´m ridin´ with extended
I don´t wanna fly back tomorrow, told Tiny to extend it
I can´t even rap too long ´cause my lil´ bitch be trippin´
I told the bitch I had it typed up, I just forgot to send it
Real gremlin, ridin´ ´round with pistols, still got cases pending
Same skinny denims from yesterday, I´m really from the trenches

Switch put a nigga six feet, he should´ve kept his distance
You´ll know you finna catch a B ´cause you´ll get the feeling
I´m surfing
I don´t got no job, but I been working (Yop)
Two Wock cups got me swerving
Backwoods honey bourbon
Flyin´ in the Scat´ like it´s urgent
Bitch, I´m tryna fuck, I ain´t flirtin´
Hundred thousand, bitch, I´m worth it
Fuck a nigga bitch and leave him hurtin´
I ain´t even tell you she a squirter
Man, I did that shit on purpose
Blue jeans, but these bitches Purple
We´ll jump a nigga like a hurdle
Glocky on me like a girdle
Nigga, I ain´t finna play with niggas

Left thirty shots up on his block, that´s why the K was empty
Nigga, you´d lose your fucking top, you see what the label sent me
I already had my own knot, so I ain´t take a penny
Nigga, I was never broke (At all)
Pass that bitch to me, nigga, I´ll never choke
I remember when I was a kid, I said I´d never smoke
Now I´m drivin´ back from Cali with like ten, eleven ´bows (Nigga)

It´s with an X, nigga
Fxce
(Ayo, Drice)
(Run that shit back)